Above, drifting clouds churned, and fierce winds howled.
Ling Qingzhu stood upon a green lotus, transforming into a streak of azure light as she sped toward the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. Her beautiful, refined face was shrouded in an unmelting frost. In her eyes, shame, indignation, humiliation, killing intent, confusion, and a ripple in her heart stirred by some "overbearing oath" that even she herself had not noticed intertwined and surged, leaving her restless.
Yet an even deeper, more piercing pain came from the depths of her soul, from the foundation of her Dao.
"The Taiqing Art... is shattered..."
Looking within herself, the "Taiqing" origin that had once been as crystalline as crystal and as flawless as jade, flowing with the cold Dao resonance of the Supreme Purity, was now covered in fine cracks. Its light had dimmed, as though it could collapse completely at any moment.
That was the supreme Dao foundation she had forged through years of arduous cultivation, using her purest primordial yin and firmest Dao heart, contemplating the Nine Heavens day and night and communing with the Supreme. It was the basis for her future advancement into the Supreme Realm and even her ascent to the peak. It was the core inheritance of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace!
Yet, in that humiliating, chaotic corner of the stone hall, amid the ultimate bliss of "yin and yang harmonization," tangled with endless shame, fury, and faint, inexplicable surges of passion—
Her primordial yin, her utterly pure and immaculate "Taiqing" origin that could not tolerate defilement, had been forcefully invaded, merged with, struck by, and even... eroded and contaminated by a domineering, scorching, aggressively invasive strange power. In the end... it had shattered.
"Master..." Ling Qingzhu closed her eyes. Her long lashes trembled as a crystal tear quietly slid